Dear reader,

By the time you find this I would be a very old man. Maybe I would have a great white beard and skin so wrinkly, you have to iron it. Perhaps you may even open this after I am dead. I don’t know what that exactly means yet. When grandpa died, we put him in a box, maybe they would do the same for me. It sounds fun though, living in a box.

Maybe you are from a time where nobody dies...

Her face is my only inheritance

She shines like a torch cutting through the darkness of the night

I may have lost all her jewels and velvets

But her face I still carry...